In the last class in the afternoon, Anhe sat on the sofa in the consultation room. opposite him was a student's parent, a middle-aged woman with a tired face. Yawen 8w=w·w.

Every week, this student steals money from his family to buy all kinds of food and play to send it to the whole class, asking students to go to K-songs, go to the amusement park, and invites the whole class to the Internet cafe.

Anhe had already talked to this student before. A young girl with inferiority and introverted inferiority was thrown by her parents who were busy with business but had never made any money since she was a child. She was not taken home until her junior high school business was successful. She was very good at food and clothing. On the one hand, she felt that she was owed the child and tried hard to compensate her. On the other hand, she gave her all hope to the child and felt that she could never meet their requirements.

But the child has almost no communication with them, and he is silent when he gets home, and cannot get along well with his classmates. He has no friends or playmates, and there are very few people talking to her. She feels that only by spending money can improve his relationship with his classmates.

"We owe her a lot, but we are trying our best to compensate. Why can't she understand our painstaking efforts at all? Aren't we doing this for her?" The woman said a few words and then she lowered her head to wipe her tears.

Angel supported her forehead and listened to her talk, feeling a little distracted. He had been insomnia all night these days, and his mind was like a sludge, and he couldn't concentrate.

"She is not close to us at all. Every day when we are tired, we have to smile at her..." the woman sighed.

"Childhood is very important to a person, and the establishment of family affection is at this stage," Angel sorted out his thoughts and spoke slowly. "The serious lack of family affection at this stage has an impact on her beyond your imagination... For a child, parents' company is much more important than money..."

"Teacher An, how could she have any impact on just a child? How could a child think so much?" The woman looked at him.

The most depressing thing about Angel is "what do children know?" He smiled: "She can think from the day she was born. She knows how to eat and pee and expresses it by crying. As for whether she will think so much, you already know it now. The facts prove that she just thinks so much, maybe more than that."

The woman was silent for a while and sighed again: "Then she is growing up now, and she should be able to realize that it is not easy for us. We have been trying to make up for it."

"The problem lies in compensation," Angel still couldn't concentrate and had to pick up the cup and drink a sip of water. "Your so-called compensation has been reminding her that you are sorry for her. When you face her, you still have various requirements that seem excessive in her opinion, academic performance, etc.... Your efforts are wrong."

After the woman said thank you from the consultation room, Anhe lay on the table and closed his eyes.

The people in the school were almost gone, so he lay down for a few minutes and got up to the office to pack up his things and walked out of the school gate.

When I went to the entrance of the parking lot of the First Affiliated Hospital to get the card, a person walked out from the side and stood by the window of his passenger car.

Angel pulled out the parking card, drove the car in, turned his head and took a look, then stood up and stepped on the brakes and lowered the window.

"Your mother said she could meet you here, but she couldn't call you," the man outside the car window looked at him and said, "Do you have time to chat?"

"The phone is broken, it's not repaired," Anhe tapped the steering wheel with a slight trembling finger, "What's the matter? I'm quite busy. ﹎>Ya>Wenba﹎w`w·w=.=y`"

"You can park the car first, it won't take up much time for you." The man gave in to the side.

Angel found a parking space to park the car, and when he got off the car, the man walked towards him.

He leaned against the car door and the man walked in front of him, and he smiled: "Long time no see, dad."

Nachen put the prepared braised pork ribs and rice into the insulation box and covered it. When he went out, he looked at the q on the computer again.

I went to Li Fan’s house to rehearse, passed by the hospital to get you some food, and came to the door at 8 o’clock.

In the dialog box, he was still there before the message he sent was sent by five o'clock, and Anh did not reply.

He tskated softly. This man had lost his phone for several days and had no time to buy a new one. In the past few days, he could only chat with Angel on Q.

He looked at the time and said that he could have been waiting at the door before Anhe arrived at the hospital. If it was too late, he could only find someone in one ward.

He changed his clothes and carried the insulation box out. It was already spring, and it was snowing outside, and it was still quite cold, but the air was filled with the freshness and moistness unique to spring.

Na Chen took a few deep breaths, got into the car and drove towards the entrance of the community.

As soon as he turned out of the door, he stopped the car and frowned on his legs.

The Ford F150 with Lei Bo stopped on the road ahead.

The car door opened, and Lei Bo and his two followers got out of the car.

"Where are you going?" Lei Bo walked to his car, held the handlebars and asked him with a smile.

"Go to Li Fan's house to rehearse." Na Chen replied. Lei Bo's smile made him feel a sense of danger suddenly, especially when he didn't see Ge Jian who had been following Lei Bo, his uneasiness suddenly deepened.

"Is that right?" Lei Bo took the insulation box he hung on the handlebar and opened it, closed his eyes and smelled it, "It smells so good, who did it for?"

Na Chen was upset and didn't say anything. He touched a cigarette and lit it: "Do you have something to do?"

"It's okay, I'm passing by and I'm about to call you to have dinner." Lei Bo smiled, took the insulation box, turned back to the car, closed the door.

The two followers stood still without moving, one left and one right on both sides of the front of the Chen car. Na Chen didn't say anything, lowering his head to smoke.

After smoking a cigarette, he sat in the car in a daze.

The chill that came out from the soles of the feet spread from the legs to the whole body little by little. The wind kept blowing, and the face was a little numb. The strange pleasure brought by the cold wind before turned into a spicy pain this time.

When Lei Bo got out of the car again and walked over, Na Chen looked at the ground without raising his eyes.

"I'm full," Lei Bo put the insulation box back in his hand, took a tissue to wipe his mouth, "You're really good at cooking, go rehearsal."

Na Chen still didn't say anything, started the car and pounded the accelerator.

"Na Chen," Lei Bo pulled open the car door, thought for a while and stopped and turned his head to look at him, "That's it."

Na Chen glanced at him, twisted the accelerator suddenly, and the car made a roar, causing a gust of wind to escape from behind Lei Bo.

The car drove very fast, and the peak period for get off work had not passed. Na Chen slowed down before he rushed far away and turned around to Li Fan's house.

That's it.

He didn't know what Lei Bo meant.

Just that?

He couldn't say he knew Lei Bo much. Even though he followed Lei Bo over the years, he had always been away from this person's life. He never wanted to get close to him. Yawen 8w-w`w-.=y-a-w-e·n=8`

Sometimes Lei Bo can hold it and put it down, but sometimes he will bite it tightly.

It is difficult to find the rules of his two states. Lei Bo is an emotional person. Maybe he can throw away big things, but he will be angry by a small thing.

Lei Bo sat in the car without driving. He watched Na Chen's car disappear at the intersection, looked at Ge Jian who was sitting in the passenger seat and was always looking at the rearview mirror: "You drive."

"Yes." Ge Jian got out of the car, changed seats with Lei Bo, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Go back." Lei Bo said leaning against the back of the chair.

"Don't go to have tea?" Ge Jian started the car, and today Lei Bo made an appointment with someone to have tea for the evening.

"Drink a shit tea," Lei Bo closed his eyes, "I just couldn't drink it after eating."

"Brother Lei," a follower in the back seat came over and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want someone to follow?"

"No need, so there is no need to be busy reminding people," Lei Bo's voice was very calm, "He will come to me by himself."

"Can he figure it out?" The follower was a little suspicious.

"Idiot, if you say that even if some people fight me, I can bear it for the time being, because he understands what I mean," Lei Bo opened his eyes and looked at Ge Jian, turned his head to the back and said, "You two get out of the car and go and settle the tea bill later."

Ge Jian pulled over and parked the car, waited for the people in the back seat to get off the car and drove towards Leibo Villa.

"You said." Lei Bo closed his eyes again.

"Brother Lei, do you really want to do this?" Ge Jian hesitated for a moment, and his words were a little difficult, "You have watched him in the past few years..."

"I hate it so much when I watch him grow up!" Lei Bo suddenly roared.

Ge Jian shut up and drove the car silently.

After a while, Lei Bo suddenly smiled: "Ge Jian, have you suddenly discovered your conscience? Do you think there is a reason for you to reach this point?"

"Brother Lei, you look down on me too highly," Ge Jian smiled, "I don't have such a high awareness."

Lei Bo stared at him for a few seconds and closed his eyes again.

Ge Jian no longer spoke, he would not say anything, he wanted to protect himself, Lei Bo no longer cared whether Na Chen could figure it out.

When the car was parked at the door of Li Fan's garage, it was not yet time that the band had agreed to, Li Fan was cleaning the garage and sweeping out the cigarette butts they had smoked in the rehearsal.

He sat in the car and watched Li Fan bending his waist and sweeping out of the garage.

"It's so early today?" Li Fan turned around and asked him.

"Well, it's too early to go out," he touched his pocket and found that the cigarette box was empty. "Is there any cigarette?"

Li Fan threw the cigarette at him: "What's wrong? His face looks so ugly."

"Is it ugly?" Na Chen leaned into the rearview mirror and looked, "Don't I always have such a face?"

"What happened?" Li Fan bent down and stared at his face, "Do you want Brother Fan to comfort you?"

Na Chen squirted a cigarette at Li Fan's face: "Brother, do you think that it's a problem for someone like me to go anywhere?"

"There is no trouble for me to come here," Li Fan coughed and laughed, "What trouble are you in?"

"I don't know, I don't know yet." Na Chen lowered his head.

"What?" Li Fan saw the insulation box, "Did you bring me some food?"

"Empty." Na Chen got out of the car, took the insulation box and threw it into the trash can next to him.

The drum that Lei Bo sent him was placed in a corner of the garage. Na Chen went over and picked up the drum hammer and beat it a few times, sat down on the stool, leaning against the wall, dazed.

"How about canceling it today," Li Fan followed in, "Let's go drink."

"I'm not in the mood." Na Chen leaned against the wall and did not move. His arms were hanging down to his side, and the drum hammer in his hand gently stroked the ground.

"You are..." Li Fan touched his cigarette from his pocket and took a stick of it and lit it. "Are you going crazy periodically? Or did you encounter something temporarily?"

Na Chen smiled.

For a moment, he had the urge to tell Li Fan about these tragic things, but in the end he suppressed it and told Li Fan was meaningless. No one could help him in this matter, and no one could come up with an idea.

"Tell me again." Angel stood beside the car, clenching his hands into a fist.
To be continued...